late night poems
I loved her
and not just because she was there for me everytime I needed her
not just because she made me smile and cry and laugh and feel
not just because she was cool punk rockstar with blue hair and arms full of tatoos who just wanted to be held and adored for her cute and soft side, the side that wanted to run through meadows and braid dandelion crownsÂ
I loved her because she adored me
because she saw the best in me
because after months she finally gained my trust
because in the dark of a night I shared with her my deepest secrets, things I was so ashamed of, so terrified to say out loudÂ
I loved her because she worshiped all parts of me
because in my own eyes I was just broken peace of a person, someone too demaged to be loved, too intense, too rotten
but even after all those nightsÂ
in her eyes i shined as bright as stars on the sky














